She breathed a moon flower’s essence
on dry bones buried deep,
asking her ancestors’ healing
on land she now will keep

On land once tilled, drummed and sewed,
raped savagely by greed of white man’s code,
land hers to have ~ and now to hold
held firmly in hands of those owed

Ancient ritual ~ medicine ~ brown skin cure
drums balance rhythmn makes sure it is pure
sacrifice offered upon this sacred place,
no trace, no haunt, of white man’s disgrace